#28

In their silent screams for individuality, they really all became the same; only the tonal differences of their voices is what helped separate one from the other.

#27

It was a budding romance; she loved to plant flowers, and he loved to take pictures of them.

Perfect.

#26

In the years of darkness, what she wanted most was for someone to listen to her muffled screams; her cries of unspoken desperation.

#25

Soft whispers of blue amidst ominous colours of grey.
(15.3.2012)

#24

Green fields, grey skies, bright blue eyes staring into my soul for all of eternity.
(10.3.2012)

#23

Different shades of green and grey. Sunny, cloudy, gorgeous day.
(10.3.2012)